Duan Zhiyun's smile froze on her face.

It was the first time she had been treated like this by the son of the academy.

Because she is known for her talent and is also Duan Lizheng's younger sister, every time she meets the son of the academy, no one respectfully admires her.

Some people are even proud to see her.

How can this person be like this......

Duan Zhiyun froze in place and didn't know what to say, but Yu Sinian no longer looked at her, but looked ahead, Duan Zhiyun followed his line of sight and found that his eyes were just staring at Zhu Ying's eyes.

Duan Zhiyun bit her lip.

Feeling the stalemate of the atmosphere, the emcee on the side had to hurry over to play the round.

"He is worthy of being a fish boy, a good gentleman. Miss Duan, come, sign it to me, and sign it well. The master of ceremonies said to Duan Zhiyun.

Duan Zhiyun looked the poem up and down, and carefully handed it to the master of ceremonies.

"The "Love Poem" written by Mr. Yongan in the third year of Nanchen Chaotianjia." The master of ceremonies took it and read it aloud.

As soon as the words fell, the reels sounded.

Everyone has become accustomed to the master of ceremonies having just finished reading the sign and someone is striking, but unlike the previous solo, this time there are two reels sounding at the same time, the timing is tacit, and the aftermath is melodious.

It's not like it's in a casino, it's like a tea party, and the two hit each other together.

"Oh," the master of ceremonies smiled, "Yu Gongzi and Miss Zhu have both gotten it, one, two, three." ”

Yu Sinian and Zhu Luan glanced at each other, the emcee's voice fell, and the two began to recite.

"I went out to the east gate to travel and met Cheng Qingchen." From this sentence to the beginning.

"Why? Double jump around the wrist. How do you get in love? The beautiful jade is adorned. How to comfort and part? Tortoiseshell hairpin behind the ear. Why answer the joy? Plain three skirts. ”

……

The tone of both of them is not slow, the tone is abrupt, and the rhythm is natural.

I don't know where to start.

The girl's spring-like voice was intertwined with the man's gentle, mellow voice.

Accompanied by emotionally impactful verses, the harmony between the two penetrated into the hearts of the observers in waves.

"Love poem......" Duan Lizheng muttered as he looked at the two people on the high platform.

This poem is one of the four complete poems handed down by Mr. Yong'an, and it is also the most peculiar and magnificent work in style.

This ancient style poem is very long, and it uses eleven pairs of question and answer sentences in a row to write about the emotional journey of a couple.

Because it is written in the first person, it is perfect for ...... Men and women chanting.

Zhu Luan and Yu Sinian finished reciting together when they were playing beautifully, and the musician struck the rope, waking up many people who were intoxicated.

Duan Zhiyun's chest rose and fell, and then he put his hand deep into the jar, took out the poetry sign and handed it to the master of ceremonies.

The master of ceremonies sang the sign again, and it was a difficult long poem.

Again, the two struck at the same time.

After the master of ceremonies counted, the two looked at each other and spoke.

The sound of books is loud, and the aftermath is lingering.

Duan Zhiyun smoked again, the emcee sang again, the sound of the reel started again, the two of them recited again, and the poem was long.

Thousands of years of long time flowed between the two, and the delicate and intricate poems were picked up by the two like searching for things, chanted, and flowed freely in the Twilight Cloud Tower.

The two of them did not pause at all, and their every move had a strong sense of rhythm.

It looks effortless.

But in fact, Duan Zhiyun had almost plunged into the jar, and the poems on the poems on the poems he took out were longer than the other, and the poems were more difficult than the other.

In the seemingly flowing chanting, there is a very deep foundation and a game full of painstaking efforts. The gamblers and passers-by around the high platform couldn't read it, but the boys of the academy in the box knew this very well.

There was silence in the box of the Twilight Tower, in fact, there had been people talking at the beginning of the game.

But looking at the pair of men and women standing opposite each other on the high platform and reciting constantly, the sons who were originally talking gradually closed their mouths one by one and were silent for a long time.

When the two of them recited the second song, the young man on the side of the box on the second floor whispered, "I lost." ”

When the two of them recited the fourth song, a student from Tianquan Academy who had just raised his head in high school last year in the box on the third floor sighed slightly and lowered his head.

When the two of them memorized the fifth song, no one spoke in the box at the front of the ancient academy on the fourth floor.

When the two of them recited the seventh song, Mu Kezhi in the Tianzi Pavilion put down the wine glass and gently stroked the warm edge of the porcelain.

When the two memorized the eighth song, Situ Gaoyi shook his head.

He knew that if he went out and did his best, he would lose when he got here. And it was in the case of stumbling and barely reluctantly reluctantly despite the quality of the chanting.

The two people on the stage were evenly matched, and there were more and more poems scattered on the small table by the altar, and as the gambling continued, many people's faces became a little ugly.

Everyone in the world knows that Yu Sinian is obsessed with poetry and can memorize countless poems, but because he has never played and rarely participated in poetry fighting as an adult, he only knows that he is powerful, but he has never intuitively felt how powerful he is.

"It's a real thing. The gap with ordinary students is too big. ”

"The boy and this little girl are really amazing."

Someone whispered.

Duan Lizheng nodded silently, thinking that this was indeed the case.

Nor did anyone refute the man's words. Everyone remained in shock.

On the high platform, Duan Zhiyun's eyes were red, and her whole body poked into the jar, rummaging desperately with both hands.

If the poetic background shown by Yu Sinian makes people feel emotional, then the horizontal realm shown by Zhu Luan is so shocking that people can't speak, the eyes of the people who originally ridiculed her can't take their eyes off her, their lips open and close several times, they want to say something, but they can't speak.

Things have developed so far, this girl has left people speechless.

Because the people of Yusi Nian are so mentally prepared, the nameless woman in front of them is really unexpected.

If Yu Sinian is already incredible, then how strong is this girl who has been stable until this time?

And she's obviously younger than Yusi.

Before Song Yuxue and Duan Zhiyun didn't come to make a fuss, people could still comfort themselves with the conjecture that this woman might have a thousand things.

But now looking at Duan Zhiyun, who is angry and looking for a poem signature in the jar, this conjecture can no longer be used. After all, Miss Duan's performance doesn't look like she's here to help Miss Zhu Jiu, and it's too far-fetched to say that there are thousands of people.

The gambling game has reached the ninth song, surpassing the previous one, but the two people in front of them still have no intention of stopping.

The scene in front of everyone's eyes also changed dramatically.

In the casino, which should be tense and noisy, it seems that another scenery has appeared.

Accompanied by a rhythmic beating.

A boy and a girl chanted and sang in the center of the high platform.

Both of them had a smile on their lips, and their eyes were bright and shining.

The onlookers could only see the beautiful picture of the handsome young man and girl standing opposite each other, and only heard the beautiful poems in their ears that they had never heard before, and most of them could not understand the meaning, but they still instinctively kept cheering and cheering.

The windows in the box were crowded, but unlike the previous noisy and chaotic, the students were orderly and quietly watching.

Because they understand the beauty of this picture.

The boys and girls in the picture stand together very well, and they look very happy, and people can't bear to make a sound to break it.

Until a long, long time later, some people remember this bizarre gamble, and it is difficult to forget the confrontation between the two people surrounded by poetry.

"If only this gamble could go on forever." The same emotion gradually sounded in the crowd.

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